“Remember this moment, Rachel, because I don’t plan to forget it until you’re screaming my name so loudly that every single person within a ten-mile radius knows what it fucking is.” “You know, for a man so immaculately dressed, your mouth is filthy, and your manners are terrible.”Looking down at her hand, Cole watched as it moved to the buttons of his vest. “I don’t really think it’s my manners that you’re interested in.”

Dear Santa,

Please, please, please bring me my very own Cole for Christmas this year. I swear I've been good (mostly).

I've been super nice (on every other weekend, and high holidays)

I eat my vegetables (kinda, some of them taste like crap)

I'll even attempt to stop swearing (I'm fucking trying! Really!)

I'd really like for my Cole to have the following criteria:

I'd like him to be a sexy god in a suit.

But underneath the prim and proper attire, he'll be a tatted up and pierced in all kinds of places...

With a filthy mouth that will make a porn star blush“Oh yeah, just like that, huh?” he asked as he did it over and over. She panted as he pounded into her. “Fuck.” “Oh, we’re fucking. We are fucking real hard.”Oh, and it'd be really nice if he also drove one of these

I really don't think that's too much to ask for. Really, get your elves on that shit pronto! Kay, thanks!

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I loved this book. I loved the hell out of it. Now don't throw stones here, but I didn't really enjoy the first book in this series so much. While I enjoyed the writing, I simply couldn't connect with the heroine.

This was definitely not the case with this book. Rachel was an incredibly endearing heroine. After getting out of an abusive relationship, she focuses on "safe" men so that she never enters into the same situation again. The last thing she wants is another controlling man.

But then Cole comes along. This man is anything but tame. He knows what he wants, and he makes no bones about letting Rachel know that what he wants is her.

“From the minute you walked in, it was you. I’d been coming to this place for months, looking for someone— not someone who wants gimmicks, not someone who wants to act a part in the bedroom. This is me and my life, Rachel. I’m bossy, I’m arrogant, and I can be an asshole at times, but I also crave the power to control my surroundings. So, that is what I ask of you. Will you let go and give me the power to make you happy? To make you scream when your body finally explodes around mine? I want the power to make you smile and curse at me, so if you want to try that, then come with me. Say yes, and come home with me.”

The story and writing was fan-fuckin-tastic. Rachel was great and entertaining to read. But what made this book was Cole. 'I-wanna-Lick-him-all-over-and-then-cover-him-in-caramel-so-I-can-lick-him-again' Cole.

How do I even begin to describe all of the delicious that was Cole?

Tålmodighet av en saint. Sinnet til en synder. How very appropriate it is tonight, he thought. Patience of a saint. The mind of a sinner.

He was so refined in his black pants, shirt, and tie, but he was looking at her like he wanted to fuck her into next week.

Holy mother of hotness, every single time this man opened him mouth, it got me hot.

I want you naked and in my bed, and I want it in the next two minutes.” “Or?” she pushed. “Rachel?” “Yes?” “There is no or,” he informed her as his serious eyes met hers. “Just do it.”

He moved his face in close to hers and looked her directly in the eye. “I want to take you up to my bed, lay you down in it, and slide so deep inside you that I have trouble remembering what it’s like to be apart from you. And, Rachel?” “Yes?” “I want you to let me.”

“You’re so much more than I ever expected. How did I not see that coming?” he asked, mystified. Her lips tipped into a shy smile. “Because I was hiding,” she confessed. “And now?” Taking his hand in hers, she brought it to her mouth. “And now I want you to see me.”

After the orgasm that was this entire book, I will be going back and reading book 2.